"I'll do that, anyhow. I'll hunt him out as soon as I get back to the range. What sort of a looking fellow is he?" "Big and heavy-looking, yet rather handsome, in a way. Looks like a spoilt, sulky child. "Not a Mex?" "Oh, no. That's what makes it seem so much worse." "Name Hunter?" "No, Boykin." "Boykin? Are you dead certain? There's one of Joyce's herder's that's this fellow's twin brother, if he ain't closer still--the meanest man that ever followed a bunch of woollies--but his name's Hunter. I've got him in the jug right now, too." "Oh, if it only were Boykin!" "I'll look him up," Garnett said. He was silent for a moment, and then he exclaimed: "Say, I want you or your brother to take a look at that fellow Hunter to-morrow! It's got into my head that he and your man Boykin favor each other a whole lot more than they'd ought to." "I don't see that it makes any difference how much alike they look," Harry said. Garnett chuckled. "It might make a whole lot of difference to you." "How?" He was silent a moment. "If you'll excuse me ma'am, I reckon I'd better not say too much until you've had a peek at Hunter." Harry did not urge him to explain, and when they began to talk again it was of other things. Harry told Garnett about her life back East, and about her comradeship with Rob in the old days: she told him, too, how disappointed Rob was because she did not like the West as he had hoped she would. She admitted that she had not tried very hard to like it. As they drove on through the darkness they chatted freely, and exchanged the simple confidences that lay the foundation for a true friendship. At last they left the cañon and rumbled over the hard, smooth road toward town. Little by little the lights of Hailey grew brighter, and at last the wagon drove under the big blue arc light on the edge of the town. It was Saturday night, and all the stores were open; the streets were crowded with people. Garnett proposed that they should go first to the hotel and have some supper; but Harry was almost nervously eager to give Rob the paper she had brought to him, and so Garnett acquiesced. "I reckon I'd better go along," he said. "It's after hours for visitors, but as deputy sheriff I can fix it up. And I'd like to see your brother myself. If he'll give me the straight story of this affair, I reckon I can straighten things out pretty quick." Harry's heart beat unevenly as she followed Garnett up the steps of the jail and into the office. The dreary room, lighted by the glaring electric light, meant something indescribably mean and shameful to her. Her heart sank as she waited for Garnett to attend to certain necessary formalities. When Pedersen, the big Swede jailer, stared at her in smiling, stupid curiosity, she was thankful for the protection of Garnett's presence.